Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
UT,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.